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    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez / Lyrics

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    "Tonight's da Night" Lyrics

    Kenny "dope" Gonzalez feat. Redman

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    Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
    Word is bond, word is me
    Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
    Check it out, whatcha want and
    Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin' my thang
    Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, hey

    Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black tecs and knapsacks
    I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks
    So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can
    Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo now did you catch a victim? hell no
    Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
    Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
    Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
    I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
    Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
    Then boo-yaa, I gave you another shot of the good shit
    Don't believe me why your pussy breathin' hard enough to pinch
    The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit
    So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
    I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
    Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
    Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth
    'Cause, that's the way it goes when tonight's da night
    The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right
    I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
    Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
    Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
    I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted
    Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which
    Makes the soopaman luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh
    So on and on and let me kick the rab
    That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass

    You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
    Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
    Blast the funky Buddha's lockin' ash up in my body
    For fozzy patsi I bring sad days to niggaz constantly!
    Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
    I'm fuckin' Madonna down to smurfette down one down to m'bufu
    Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
    Plus I'm rollin' blunts with niggaz ashes
    Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
    I deserve an Oscar for pullin' glocks out niggaz mouths 'cause
    I kill like that, plus I roll like that
    I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even bo knows that
    But fuck that, we drop the new runner to get some ganja
    Goin' uptown, we check benny red out, he pulls the smack out
    Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
    The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
    Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock
    Back, trigger-hap, p p p rockin' that unity
    Motherfucker! yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on

    Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
    And if you haven't been fucked, by the soopaman luva
    Let me hear you say, oh yeah yeah!
    Oh yeah yeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
    Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
    Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks
    Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
    Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
    She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass
    And lickin' ya down to your clitoris
    Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin' this
    Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked
    Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
    Baby, 'cause I'm famous!
    Nope, I didn't mean that
    The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at
    I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat
    Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Rick James, Reggie Noble, Jesse Albert Stone.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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